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COME UP HITHER 



A POEM. 



By Luzerne Rae. 




COPYRIGHT, 
1883, 
By Thomas Whiteside Rae 

Irvington-on-Hudson, 
New York. 









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( ' After this I looked, and, behold a door was 
opened in heaven : and the first voice which I 
heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with 
me; which said, COME UP HITHER, and I 
will shew thee things which must be hereafter." 

— Rev. iv. i. 



,4 0©me + ap + Pitto." 

I shine in the light of God, 

His likeness stamps my brow, 
Through the valley of death my feet have trod, 

And I reign in glory now. 
No breaking heart is here, 

No keen and thrilling pain, 
No wasted cheek, where the frequent tear 

Hath rolled and left its stain. 

I have found the joy of Heaven, 

I am one of the angel band, 
To my head a crown is given, 

And a harp is in my hand. 
I have learned the song they sing, 

Whom Jesus hath made free, 
And the glorious walls on high, still ring 

With my new-born melody. 

No sin — no grief — no pain- 
Safe in my happy home; 

My fears all fled— my doubts all slain— 
My hour of triumph come. 



O friend of my mortal years! 

The trusted and the tried, 
Thou art walking still in the valley of tears, 

But I am at thy side. 

Do I forget ? Oh no ! 

For Memory's golden chain 
Shall bind my heart to the heart below, 

Till they meet and touch again: 
Each link is strong and bright, 

And love's electric flame 
Flows freely down, like a river of light, 

To the world from which I came. 

Do you mourn when another star 

Shines out from the glittering sky ? 
Do you weep when the noise of war 

And the rage of conflict die ? 
Then why should your tears roll down, 

And your heart be sorely riven, 
For another gem in the Saviour's crown, 

And another soul in Heaven. 

Hartford, Conn., 1844. LUZERNE RaE. 



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